Vacant

At the end of it all... there is vacancy.

"Vacant"

After the sunset
Vacant
After the blue
Quiet still
Vacant
Black loneliness
And a return to reality
As there is no one to show
No one to see
No one to hold
No one to be
With
The way I was with you...

After the hills
Silence
After the burn
Hope
Reconstructed dreams
On the faces of inevitability
And a return to reality
As there will be nothing to show
Nothing to see
Nothing to hold
Nothing to be
Without
The way it was with you...
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